there must be a way. surely there must be a way that we have not yet thought of. who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say "no.
Charles BukowskiI am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.
Charles BukowskiStyle is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
Charles Bukowski